He had been teasing his younger comrade, holding his beloved Lunacorn Doll above him. Since he was taller, he loomed above him, laughing as private jumped to reach his purple pony.
“Rico! Give it back! Please!” Private tried to keep calm as he yelled, which was virtually impossible.
All Rico did in return was smirk and laugh even louder. Kowalski was in his lab at the time, giving an annoyed look at his two bickering comrades, shutting the door when the yelling became too much for his concentration.
Skipper was calmly sipping coffee at the table, watching the two from a distance, not bothering to do anything after the last time.
“Rico…PLEASE.” Private growled, as he stopped jumping. His fists were clenched to his sides, his eyes were closed and for some reason, his blond hair had risen up from its usual straight and ruffled look. It was now puffed up, it looked like his morning hair, just a tad plus messy. This caught the leader’s attention quickly, as his eyes shifted to the private.
Rico didn’t even stop to look. Instead of giving in and handing him the doll, he raised it even higher.
This only served to aggravate Private even farther as he began to shake slightly. His hair rose even plus with each heavy breath he took, until he looked like a lion with a bad mane day.
Skipper raised an eye brow, looking a bit concerned, as he’d never seen Private’s hair do that. He had never seen him that frustrated either.
Private had had it. This was the last straw. Rico was taking advantage of his height, and it hadn’t been the first time either, but he was tired of being leveled down, and being forced to cry. He couldn’t stand it anymore.
“RICO!” he yelled as he swiftly punched his teammate in the jaw. For a divisé, split second, as Private opened his eyes, Skipper swore he saw the blue in his eyes ignite into flames.
Rico had stopped laughing, his smirk turning upside down. The lunacorn doll fell to his side as he lay on the floor, in the previously explained position.
Skipper had dropped his mug, spilling the contents. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t speak, all he could do was sit there completely dumbfounded, with his mouth agape. Rico would’ve done the same, if it weren’t for the throbbing sensation in his jaw.
The sound of Rico’s jaw popping was loud enough to break the sound barrier in between the living room and the lab door as Kowalski rushed out. He looked as shocked as Skipper as he rushed to Rico’s aid.
Skipper got up from his chair in a flash and ran to face Private, “What the hell is wrong with toi soldier?!” he yelled.
Private a dit nothing in response as his eyes glowed turquoise, he stood tall, not even flinching as his leader cursed. He actually looked…intimidating…
“Private, go to your room, I’ll be up later on to talk to you.” Skipper commanded in a stern voice.
The concern never left Kowalski’s face as he saw the conversation while still examining Rico’s jaw.
Private stomped away without a word, going up the stairs into his room, huffing and breathing hard, his hair still spiked and raised. He had forgotten all about the Lunacorn doll that he had previously tried to get back…
